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(Pre-script: To get the most out of this post, please go down to the playlist, click on the song:" One Headlight," by the Wallflowers, then come back and resume reading...I'll wait...)
(...still waiting...)
Sometimes I am a tourist in my own life
never completely understanding the language and customs,
gawking akwardly at the cost of what is for sale in store windows,
(compared to the value therein)
impatiently strapping into the roller coaster,
then closing my eyes tightly shut and clinging desperately to the handrail
as it plummets and spins me every which way
but sometimes I prefer the bumper cars;
Somedays, I stay in the teacups,
and sometimes I'm just content to wear the t-shirt while taking pictures
It says :"I was here." with an arrow pointing somewhere
(I am here)
10-16-08
(...still waiting...)Sometimes I am a tourist in my own life
never completely understanding the language and customs,
gawking akwardly at the cost of what is for sale in store windows,
(compared to the value therein)
impatiently strapping into the roller coaster,
then closing my eyes tightly shut and clinging desperately to the handrail
as it plummets and spins me every which way
but sometimes I prefer the bumper cars;
Somedays, I stay in the teacups,
and sometimes I'm just content to wear the t-shirt while taking pictures
It says :"I was here." with an arrow pointing somewhere
(I am here)
10-16-08
-XOXO,
2 comments:
Yes! And ironically, the value of something is sometimes merely determined by what someone will pay for it....
I would concur. Sometimes when I am people watching, I find myself questioning their sanity. Then I step back and ask myself, "Do I look that wierd when I do that." Self-awareness can be startling.
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